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Kyra Embers Jan 4
If our tongues were blades,
They'd be hiraeth lulling me to sleep.
An exotic dance, a battlefield
haiku attempt 101
Kyra Embers Jun 2019
Scent of perfume stops me dead.
I stand there frozen unaware,
I turn around hoping
It's you who is here.
Bereniké Nov 2018
As the wind whistles through my ears¨
I turn to the beautiful sunset.
Waiting for tomorrow.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2017
Love in garden rose
Her little hands twining tight
Heart rapt in tendril

Kimberly Lore Apr 2017
Beauty is fleeting
Time is more precious than gold
The heart is what lasts
Isabelle Apr 2017
A haiku a day
Keeps my sanity at bay
A refreshing way
Haikus are lovely :)
ConnectHook Apr 2017
Jewish activists lay dining,
publicans with plebes aligned;
upon the Roman chaise reclining:
Israelites well-bred (and wined).

Jesus never did wax wroth
while brokering deals for global fail.
No martyr’s noble tablecloth
enfolded Christ, Omega male.

Messiah, Lord of marketing
was favorably credit-rated.
Power points to Christ as king;
One worthy to be worshiped/hated.

Beta beasts and Alpha tyrants
rich investments when installed
tabulate their dull aspirants
chewing cud and unappalled .

Many a sociopathic brute
has steered the bride (Christ’s clueless wife)
away from every attribute
pursuant to eternal life.

You ****** better not forget
when trees get watered at the root
and global profit rises yet
that Jesus wore a business suit.
NaPoWriMo # 16

A frog croaks: Basho
Plop. Haiku enters your mind.
Barely a ripple…
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2012
Love in garden rose
Her little hands twining tight
Heart rapt in tendril
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